🎵 Fortunate Son // by Creedence Clearwater Revival

108 ContributorsTranslationsDeutschРусский (Russian) Fortunate Son Lyrics As one of the most famous protest songs of the Vietnam War era, “Fortunate Son” revives this timeless message with the snarl and swagger of the 1960s righteous rock and roll.… Read More  [Verse 1] Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord [Chorus] It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no [Verse 2] Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, no But when the taxman come to the door Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah [Chorus] It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more, more" [Chorus] It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, son, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me